Goodbye Old Girl

Goodbye old girl. The house isn't the same without you here, snoring, watching the world go by or wanting to steal my food. There's no wagging tail to greet me at the sliding or garage door anymore, no shadow in the kitchen waiting for milk or chicken bones.

And while the two of us left in your pack have to deal with the pain of your absence, I'm glad that you don't have any anymore.

You are already missed, but will never be forgotten. The amount of photos taken throughout your life will make sure of that.

I hope that wherever you have gone, there's plenty of sun, bones, milk, and most of all, pats.